1. When will I be free from the eternity of immortality, O Na
And my soul is barefoot near the Throne

2. So my soul is squeezed now by the cage in which
I complained of the misery of imprisonment, if I take shelter

3. It is the weak body, even if it was a prison
We will leave that feeble one on the bier

4. So my Lord under the Throne in the Garden of Pleasure
You see me with the righteous taking a mattress

5. There where the soul strives for bliss
And in its wounded chest it resonates in elation

6. And from its wounded sides my strength and my strength
And from its gushing basin I quench my thirst and revive

7. And from its promised goodness, maiden companions
When I ask for pleasure I find a bed for me

8. And in its outstretched shade unknown pleasures
They were in the world of dishevelment and dust

9. It is the unknown world, had it not been described
With arranged couches embroidered with ornaments

10. The world is now filled and its pleasures distasteful
Was it anything but deception and folly?

11. When we value it and consider its goods
There is nothing but clothes, water and food

12. So guide me my light to salvation and watch over me
And do not leave me wandering in its paths

13. Blessed are You, O Sustainer of jinn and mankind
And O Provider of sustenance for birds and beasts

14. My sufficiency is but a glimpse of pardon and pleasure
Even if I lived on salt in rags